Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.